Xiu Xian: My Turtle Shell Is the Father of the Demon King

I, Lin Shou, am the best loser in the world of immortality. My main job is watering spiritual fields, and my side job is being a human sandbag for my senior brothers. Until I picked up a broken turtle shell that could talk in the back mountain. It said that it was a turtle created by Hongmeng, and knew the destiny from above and the Eight Diagrams from below, and insisted on recognizing me as its master. Me: "You first test my 50 years of cultivation to see how strong I am." The next day, the water I poured made the dead trees bloom again, and the senior brother who beat me fell into the manure pit while walking. The turtle shell whistled in my head: "Boy, do you believe it now? I can let you lie down in the fairy world for demolition!" I carried the turtle shell and rushed to the master's hall: "Master! I want to learn the most expensive skills! Fuck the most beautiful senior sister!" Later, I became recognized as the "Chosen Bastard" in the world of cultivation. I relied on turtle shells to predict dangers, pick up missing artifacts, and win in various secret realms. Until the day of the battle between immortals and demons, when I was using my turtle shell to protect myself from the rain, the demon suddenly pointed at me and screamed: "That bastard Kezi! He is my father who has been missing for a hundred thousand years!" Turtle Shell turned over slowly: "Son, your father and I have a good boss. Now, I cover him."